Chapter Six
At the bedroom door, I step aside so I can watch Ward’s face as he spots Liam’s predicament.
Yes, the kinky bastard is still sporting full wood, just like I expected.
If Liam thinks he’s getting off easy tonight, he’s mistaken.
He’s not getting off atall. He’s going to have to suffer for a while.
Liam’s not one to use sexual torture on me very often, because it makes me grouchy and spiteful and mean, and he doesn’t enjoy when I get that way.
Doesn’t mean I won’t do it to him, though. Although, on the other hand, I could completely ruin his orgasms, the way he’s ruined mine in the past, on occasion.
Let him see how he likes it.
Besides, he’s been getting his brains fucked out for the past couple of weeks. He can suffer without for a while.
Hell, if Liam doesn’t watch himself, I might strap a chastity device onhim.
Ward’s eyes widen but he doesn’t speak when he sees Liam tied up on the bed.
I grab Ward by the back of the neck. “You remember how to clean yourself out?”
He nods.
I give him a shove toward our bathroom. “Everything’s under the sink. Go do it.”
He heads that way.
Liam’s gaze narrows and his head turns as he follows Ward’s progress across the room to the bathroom door.
Without talking to or even looking at my husband, I dump our phones on the dresser, separate Ward’s from mine and Liam’s, and put mine on their chargers. Then I hook my phone to our bedroom speakers and select rock music I enjoy, the volume only loud enough it both covers the noises of what Ward’s doing in the bathroom and prevents him from overhearing what I’m about to say to Liam.
Liam’s gaze focuses on me as I return to the bed and check his hands and feet to make sure I haven’t cut off his circulation. Then I reach over and thump the head of his cock again, hard, making him yelp and jerk against his bonds.
“Stupid bastard,” I whisper. “You’re lucky the two of you didn’t get caught. He’s agreed to do everything I say. From this point on,I’min charge, no matter if I’m in sub mode or not. That continues untilIdecide if or when you’ve regained Master privileges with meandwith him. Understand?”
Liam’s gaze narrows, the Master struggling to rein this madness in, but he eventually nods.
“At some point, I might hand the reins back to you, but not now. Maybe not ever, when it comes to him. If you can’t deal with that then say so, and we can work out the terms of our divorce. You in or out?”
I’m hoping he doesn’t call that bluff because I’d hate like hell to divorce him. I love him. He’s my heart and soul.
But I cannot stay with him if I can’t trust him.
He nods.
I lean in close. “One more time, just to be clear—if you lie to me, or try to go behind my back with him and break my rules, I will ruin him without a second thought or an ounce of guilt, and I will also make sure he knows it’s allyourfault. You get one chance to make this right. You fuck up, that’s it. You feel me?”
No way Liam can fake the fear in his brown gaze. He nods.
Stick…and carrot. I perch on the edge of the bed. This whole time, my cock’s been hanging out, and I didn’t miss Liam glancing at it from time to time.
I jab him in the middle of his forehead with my finger. “You do what I say—bothof you—and maybe we can eventually have it all. Meaning the three of us together long-term. Butonlyif youbothtrust me andlistento me. And only if you regain my trust.”
He nods and looks close to tears. Which guts me, because my husband isnota crier, under normal circumstances.
Obviously, this is anythingbuta normal circumstance.
